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PoetofCville: April 2009

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A place that isn't. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. Hi  If you happen to be reading . if not, well it is always good to talk to yourself,  I have been writing and posting in my NaPoMo group but haven't had the energy/time to bring them here these last few days.    I will though.  Eventually. Wednesday, April 22, 2009. April 20 and 21. Haven't had time to post these days here barely time to write -  . They are even worthy of posting them. But since I said I was going to do that, I must.  . Why is it this way -.

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PoetofCville: where it's at

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A place that isn't. Monday, April 16, 2012. What to say what to say what to say. Paris of course. Our little apartment on the Ile St. Louis. Is the perfect home base. We have even grown to adore the school children whose exuberance wakes us up every school day morning - running, playing, yelling in the school courtyard next door. I've been meaning to write everyday but obviously haven't. I will try to catch up a bit here now before heading out for a few hours of exploration. For now . À tout à l'heure.

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Sparse Moments: Why Can't I Hear the Angels Sing? Part 1

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Sunday, October 02, 2011. Why Can't I Hear the Angels Sing? Let me tell you a story. I was 14. I had rejected God. I danced, 7 classes a week. I played piano and flute and was beginning to feel the tug of the guitar. I had recently fallen in love with Dylan, Donovan and folk rock. I was starting to write. I had a tenuous relationship with my parents. Dad brought home a rent-to-buy Hammond L100 with a built in Leslie. Man, that thing was sweet! When we returned home, the organ was gone. The Bay had fo...

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Sparse Moments: Grammar

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Wednesday, July 01, 2015. July 1, 2015. The little girl next door doesn’t look very happy. When we wish her “Happy Summer! Sorry, that’s how teachers think. Then I thought about the princes, William and Harry, undoubtedly masters now of the, um, Queen’s English, going to school and suffering through the grammar lessons year after year, knowing that they, of all people, would never get away with laziness when it came to language. So many better things to do, like playing polo or shooting fox! Most kids le...

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Sparse Moments: One Day, Two Days

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Sunday, July 01, 2012. One Day, Two Days. July 1, 2012. I was able to catch another couple of hours in the Maple Leaf Lounge of Montréal airport, courtesy of my business class boarding pass. I snoozed again on the fifty minute flight to Québec. Then napped yet again once settled in my apartment bedroom here at the Collège Mérici. Now, after two days of cat naps, I feel ready to have a real night's sleep. Posted using BlogPress from my iPad. Please let us know. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Sparse Moments: Apropos of nothing in particular

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Friday, January 28, 2011. Apropos of nothing in particular. Rick Steves is in Vancouver. We could catch the elevator with him, but he’s going down, and the auditorium is up. He’s eating a sandwich that smells of onions, and his face is clearly saying, “Please don’t get on the elevator with me.” So we don’t. He’s taller than he looks on TV. A veritable giant. And his belly is bigger than the camera shows, he being in the full flush of middle age. This is apropos of nothing. Our team meeting was interestin...

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Sparse Moments: Bill 22 and the Reality of Teaching

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Saturday, March 03, 2012. Bill 22 and the Reality of Teaching. A letter, self-explanatory:. I write to four of you: Mr. Abbott as Education Minister, Mr. Hansen as my MLA, and Mr. Dix as leader of the Opposition, and Mr. Austin as Education Critic for the Opposition. It is my hope that the following will be read during debate in the legislature on Bill 22. Welcome to my Grade 6 classroom. But that’s just the physical space, not so very important in the scheme of things. I have 25 other students. I have a...

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Sparse Moments: Musings on Retiring from Teaching

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Sunday, June 28, 2015. Musings on Retiring from Teaching. June 28, 1015. Retirement. Well, almost. Tomorrow, the required “admin day,” beginning with the year-end staff breakfast, followed by a meeting I plan not to attend, and emptying, completely emptying, my classroom. John and I were talking today about this:. So what do you do when you can stop, have to stop, doing all that? But now, I won’t have that. I will have time. I will have energy (I am so tired! I can’t wait to see what emerges! The raging ...

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The Stellar Clock: 6/1/08 - 7/1/08

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We are born at a given moment in a given place and like vintage years of wine we have the qualities of the year and of the season in which we are born. Astrology does not lay claim to anything else. - C.G.Jung. Grab the Stellar Clock ATOM feed. From the plane of mind I will to will. ♥. When the Third Eye opens, I see and all is illumed. ♥. In the waning of my false Self I see my true Self and become. ♥. I build a lighted house and dwell within it. ♥. I am That I am. ♥. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).